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Don Trip - On The Radar Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
(Zack Feezy)
Yeah
Ayy, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
Okay, my homie tried to do me like Diego did George
Cut me out the picture and go straight to my swords
This is grown-man business, ain't no patience for boys
Tried to plug the nigga in, but we ain't on one accord
Disconnected, presence no longer welcome
Turned on my calculator, I'm addin' up all my blessings
I've gathered up all my weapons, my lady say it's excessive
I tell her, "So is Chanel, but your purses ain't gon' protect us"
Wе both know money talkin', I'm present for еvery lecture
Dope money had to help us, we tired of Hamburger Helper
So I picked up a second, I push it like Salt-N-Pepa
Skeletons in my closet, I feel like a bone collector
I promise I'ma do better someday, we repent every Sunday
Never been in no Maybach, but we know all about gunplay
I got mine on me faithfully, call it Costra, no bravery
I know death's 'round the corner, but D once said he would pray for me
Please, time to eat, grab a plate and paper towel
Say I'm makin' paper, so that make me Mama's favorite child
Hope you patient while you waitin' for the day I take a bow
Feel free to grab concessions, baby, this gon' take a while
And I stand on every statement that I ever made out loud
Got the sledgehammer on me, I might renovate the house
They ain't let me in the door, 'bout to make my way around
All I'm missin' is a bicycle on my paper route
Get paid, young nigga, get paid, that what Dolph say
I been tryna keep from goin' under like a crawl space
I been grindin' hard and even harder on my off days
I might put my old records out and call 'em lost tapes
I don't give a fuck about what's happenin' on the internet
The package in the mail, cross our fingers they don't intercept
Cut some niggas off and I never let 'em double back
I know, I know, I know, but baby, it don't hurt to double-check
Hol' up, let me spit, say this name belongs to Trip
Say it's invitation only and your name ain't on the list
Kenan, Kel, Chester Cheetah, all that and a bag of chips
If you was on my radar, I would sink you by the ship
Word to Pif
[Outro]
Yeah, if you was on my radar, I would sink you by the ship
Word to Pif
Yeah, long live Pif
Yeah, not even on my radar
So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off
Not even on my radar
So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off
Yeah, long live Pif
Yeah
Truly yours, yours truly